Alfred Lord Tennyson Quotes
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthly bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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My greatest concern is that the emergence of this technology without the appropriate public attention and international controls could lead to an unstable arms race.
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I believe that everybody has the right to view his or her own body as a palette. However, I think intellectuals should at least try to be role models.
Camille Paglia
Is it right to shoot the poor prostitute or a woman who is unfaithful to her husband, or a man who loves another man?
Oriana Fallaci
In Romania, we have pledged to create a modern public service: well-educated, appropriately rewarded and above all, de-politicized.
Victor Ponta
Who wouldn't like to give up normal life? I mean, normal life, you know, is the second worst thing to death itself. I think normality is something that makes everything very static, and I try to make my days, my daily routines, as uneven and rich as possible.
Vik Muniz
I work closely with the printer to get the final print the way I want it.
Buffy Sainte-Marie
As an actor, I want to build a career as an actor. It's hard to even get a job sometimes, so as my career builds, I can be more picky than I used to be.
Randy Wayne
My basic influence had probably been Peter Max.
Jean-Michel Basquiat
Everyone always tells you that you're the only one that can do this or that role right, and if you say no, they go to somebody else and tell them that they're the only one that can do it right. But when they're talking to you, you're always the 'Best Actor of Your Generation.'
Christian Bale
Habit simplifies our movements, makes them accurate, and diminishes fatigue.
William James
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthly bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
